“Actually, no” he replies.
“Can you get him for me - I need to speak to him?” she asks, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.
“I'm afraid I can't,” breathes the barman - clearly aroused. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. “Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room.”
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